A thick, veined shaft that rose from his body like something sculpted by need--dark, curved slightly upward, heavy with power and promise. Her slickness already clung to it, shining in the firelight, painting the length of him in proof of her desire.
And he was enormous.
Even in the low, flickering light, she could see it all--over eleven inches long, the kind of size that stole air from her lungs just by looking. It wasn't just length--it was the girth, the way it flared from base to head, swollen and bold, veins ridged like marble beneath velvet skin.
Her fingers wouldn't have circled the base.
Even two hands wouldn't cover him.
It looked inhuman. And yet--perfect.
Marcus moved over her slowly, arms braced on either side of her shoulders, muscles tight with control. His eyes locked
